I once was a man with a beard, Which has now with regret disappeared,
I didnt take care, And trimmed too much hair, So I shaved it so not to look weird
Category: Limerick
Within 7 days of producing the last limerick, I must produce another. No pressure!
Dan’s even later morning than usual
I was inspired by Dan getting up even later than 8.20 this morning…
I think Dan should get up at 8, He didn’t today and was late, To add to his doom, He had forgotten which room, Which gave students one hell of a wait.
My waste of time at the moment has inspired limerick 3 and particularly despite it impressing me in many ways not being able to guess the moog of Doyley Woods (there again was the moog 100% dog or some sort of doglike crossbreed?)
There’s a site akinator dot com, That can guess famous names with aplomb, The engine Percy is there, As is Paddington Bear, But when the character’s the Moog it will bomb http://wtw.tarka.org/moog.htmlA more accurate version
There is a young girl who is thirty, still
Called Dawn, who is sexy and not dirty (as far as we know and what she does in her own time etc)
Ten years on she will be still thirty and not forty
Attractive and not naughty (as far as we know etc etc)
Not slutty not tarty and only mildly flirty (in a sort of reasonable way that people often are)
Happy Birthday Dawn!
Ought to point out that this involves much poetic licence. Dawn is neither slutty nor tarty nor 40.
There was a young girl who was thirty Called Dawn, who was sexy and dirty Ten years on she is forty Fruity and naughty And slutty and tarty and flirty
Snowman limerick
Having set myself this other new years resolution (to come up with a limerick each week as learning something new everyday wasn’t tricky enough) I thought I would do one about the snowman (or Snowmanov as he is russian)…
There was a fine snowman from Taunton, With blue eyes, fine red lips and a hat on, There’s a carroty nose, Icey white toes, And he would have melted if only the sun shone. ~![]()

